Kelly Evans/Davison, Standish Facility, Michigan
Bright, shiny bracelets
Jangling on my arm
While metal snug about my waist
Chains dangling seductively between my legs
I am captured, but not subdued
They think they have me
But my mind wheels and soars and spins and shouts.
No prisoner, I am free to look
To see all that I ever have been
All that I may be.
I hold the small and sacred part of me close
Like a royal flush
My poker face must not betray.
They cannot touch it, not even in their dreams.
I am light and air and fire
I slip through their clutching fingers like the night.
Even as they rasp my puny wrist
Of simple bone and blood and flesh.
Body here, Spirit there.
I am still free!